Born to be a flower

I looked out my window and imagined what it would be like

To commune with the glories flowers, oh what a sight

And I lusted to be one with them instead

Of this complicated life that I some times just dread

I saw a bird land on a branch of a tree

And I said to my self she is sitting there just for me

I saw a butterfly flitting and flying above my head

And landing on a flower snuggling as if in bed

I heard a blue bird sing a sweet song

Humming while she work, all the day long

I saw a lady bug sitting on a blade of grass

I Wish I spoke her languish, oh the questions I would ask

I watched an army of ants craw up from there hill

And wondered if at night they'd be there still

I followed a dragonfly hovering over a stream

I saw his face in the reflection like that in a dream

I was in awe of the fire flies that lit up the night

There color of green was such a lovely sight

And I gazed at the moon hung high in the sky

And I thought to my self if only could fly

Like the birds that sing and the flying little bugs

Born to fly not ever needing love and hugs

What a wonderful life to live in the mist of the flowers

Were the blossom's sweet fragrant you could smell on for hours

Like the life of a bumble bee, buzzing round and round free

Living one with nature, how grand that would be.

To flit like butterflies, oh what a Life

To live like a bug with out such strife

If only I grew a flower, instead of being born

Then may be my mind and heart would not be so torn

My only duty in life would be to just dance

To wave my steam gracefully, eyes staring in a trance

 And if granted my wish would I be a bug, flower or a weed

let me float in the air like that of like the dandelion seed

And people would love me for just being me.

And not pick me apart for things I can never be

Some times a just wish I could like a bird fly away

And feel the wind kissing my feathers thru out the day

  Born to this world a girl looking though this window glass

   And every fiber of my body wants to be one with the grass

   The weight of the world seems to squash me like an ant

    I only wish to be green and unfeeling like a plant